Every parent Grandparent every one who is tending to a child is a Gardener and the child a precious sapling
MY SAPLING
I am your loving guardian, your Gardener;
Who awaits to see a sapling bloom, as if a baby it were.
And you of course , my most precious sapling are.
See you I wish to, blossom, bloom n spread your branches far.
Tender, loving you are, sweet as sugar or honey.
Sometimes giggling, crying, angry or even funny.
Everything is a game, be it sleep, studies or time for feed.
I your gardener painstakingly will tend to all your needs.
May you blossom to be a great Parsi, n an Indian great too.
May Ahura always shower His choicest blessings upon you.
Your Gardener, your Ma
Armin Dutia Motashaw
